My Protector (BxM) [DISCONTINUED]

Prologue

Warnings for prologue - Intense abuse, violence, gore, sexual abuse

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Since Cole was young he had to fend for himself, his parents abusive and demanding he do everything around the house even cook for them, but most of the time he wasn't even aloud to eat, nor was he even allowed at the table. This all started when he was around three, he was beaten and yelled at for making the smallest mistakes, not even being able to get any sort of education aside from learning a few words from his parents. Cole grew up in pure fear, not being able to trust anyone and he knew if he screwed up things would only get worse.

Today was Coles tenth birthday, also known as the worst day of his life. "Watch where you're going bitch." His father growled after bumping into him "y-yes sir..." Cole said quickly getting out of the way but his father didn't leave, a hand rose up and came down hard on Coles face, he whimpered and tears threatened his eyes. "Don't you dare start fucking crying." His father growled, Coles mother was at work which made it worse for Cole, at least his mother had some sort of pity. "That's it." His father yelled before Cole could even register the amount of tears pouring from his eyes, his bicep was gripped tightly and Cole screamed, he tried to stay quiet but it didn't work as begs began spilling from his mouth. "N-no father please! I-it won't happen again! I'm sorry!" He kept begging but his father only got more mad.

Cole was harshly thrown on the bed, his small body quickly being pinned down by his father, he shut his eyes tightly and turned his head trying to avoid eye contact. That's when it happened. While Cole wasn't looking he felt his fathers hands begin to touch Cole in all the wrong places, Cole started struggling hard, he didn't understand what was going on but he didn't like it. "Shut up whore. Your mother isn't here and I need something to fuck." He spoke angrily and started to remove Coles tattered pants and boxers.

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Cole lie in his bed, his eyes half lidded and his body completely naked, the sound of his fathers belt buckling back up being the only sound he heard which made him sigh in relief that his father was done with him after nearly five hours of torture. "Make dinner in 30 minutes. Your mother will be home by the time you're finished." He ordered, Cole slowly nodded "y-y-yes s-ir..." he whispered in defeat.

Around an hour later and the house was filled with the scent of steak, Cole was struggling to stand due to the abuse his father gave him today, his legs were shaky and he was still tired. He heard the door open and his parents kiss and talk but he drowned it out, just flipping the two small steaks, he wasn't allowed to eat today due to a mistake he made the day before. Cole had mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli ready to be plated, the steak was soon done and he plated the food, setting it at the table along with silverware and napkins. "Go clean." His mother ordered and he nodded, walking around the house and tidying everything up, still struggling to walk.

Pretty soon it was his bedtime, he walked into his room and changed into a soft pair of pants his grandmother gave him and a plain tee shirt, he looked at himself in the mirror. Cole was covered in bruises and scars, he looked at the pendent around his neck from his grandmother and fiddled with it. She didn't know about his parents secret business, Hell he didn't even know about it. His grandmother always had a liking to Cole and loved having him over and it was always a relief for Cole to get away from his abusive parents. When she passed was a day of hell for him. His mother had gone out and gotten drunk, coming back home and crying in his fathers arms, they both ended up teaming up on Cole, beating him badly after blaming him for the death of his grandma.

He started to cry and slowly walked to bed, climbing in and pulling the sheets over him as he cried himself to sleep.